My favorite drink is water. Is that weird?
A/N: Sorry for the wait! I think you'll hate me/love me after this.
A/N 2: The next chapters are going to be a little different but this was the only way that I could write it.
Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine.
Bella stares at the pages in shock; her mouth opening several times but she is unable to form any words. The tears gather in her eyes; the result of anger and sadness combined.
"Why?" the only word that has repeated inside of her head since the start of what she wishes was a fictional story is voiced aloud. Why would anyone do this? Why didn't they listen? Why did no one notice? Why; that is all Bella wants to know…just why. She couldn't finish the story; she didn't want to. Even with the knowledge that Rosalie was doing fine now.
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"Do you want to go on a date Saturday?" Bella questions Rosalie while the girls sit alone in the library for their lunch period. "We haven't really gone anywhere alone lately." Shrugging Rosalie gives Bella a brief glance before turning her eyes back to her Modern Motorcycle book, making the brunette chuckle and shake her head. "I'll take that as a yes." Returning her own attention to the Math homework in front of her Bella continues to work until the bell rings for class.
Thursdays meant that Charlie was going to be working late and instead of the usual calm afternoon filled with homework and music Bella spontaneously decided to take a drive to the Hale house. Arriving she learned that she wasn't the only one with this idea because the moment Bella pulled up to the house Alice and Edward were walking across their yard into Rosalie's.
Still in her black leggings and yellow shirt, Alice gave Bella a quick wink and motioned for her to follow them inside before gliding into the now open door of the house. Shutting down the engine to the Camaro Bella exits the car, her red chucks contrasting against the white snow, and swiftly trails behind her two friends.
"Bellsie!" Emmett's voice booms out. "What you doing here, did Rose text you?" Startled by the outburst Bella takes a step back her chocolate eyes darting around the front room where Emmett, Jasper, Edward and Alice all sat in the only room with a TV each resting on a cushioned piece of furniture.
"Um no she didn't, uh what are you guys doing?"
"Football" Jasper drawls nodding to the television screen.
"But why don't you guys-"
"Carlisle and Esmé are having a date night!"
"Oh okay" Shrugging her shoulders Bella averts her eyes towards the steps before quickly bringing them to meet Jaspers blue ones. "Is Rose..?"
"She's up there!" Alice pipes up for her boyfriend, who nods in consent for Bella to go after her.
"Okay well go Redskins!" she grins before making her way to her girlfriend's room. She briefly hears Emmett yell something about the Patriots but it is quickly followed by a 'What the fuck dude', so she can't be sure.
"Rose?" Bella knocks softly at the door. "It's Bella, I- Oh!" the brunette jumps in surprise when Rosalie exits from another room down the hall. The blondes blue orbs dance with amusement and a smile appears on her face when she views her girlfriend talking to her door. "Hey" Bella whispers in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed in a blush.
"Hey" Rosalie responds just as quietly, her voice a soft gentle tone.
"Um Charlie's working late?" Rosalie's smile widens and she nods her head moving forward to open her bedroom door.
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"You're wearing it again" Bella comments over the music; raising her arm to tug on the green hoodie. Rosalie shrugs. "Everything okay?" she questions turning her body over to lay flat on her stomach gazing up at blonde sitting next to her on the bed. "You usually only have it on for days when it's extremely cold or if something is bothering you." Once again Rosalie shrugs and Bella takes the hint returning to her previous position.
"His name is Peter." Rosalie's angelic voice breaks through the comfortable silence and Bell rotates to face her girlfriend again with confusion written on her face.
"Huh? Whose name is Peter?" she asks as an irrational spark of jealously enters her body.
"The sweatshirt man; the one who saved me that night. His name is Peter." The words are mumbled and Bella strains her ears to hear. Rosalie turns her head away from Bella; her ocean colored eyes finding the window on the opposite side of the room, a faraway look appearing on her face.
Saved her? Unsure of where the confession came from but nervous at the revelation, Bella stays silent waiting for Rosalie to elaborate. Instead she sits quietly in a daze and Bella sucks in a deep breath mentally preparing her mind to enter the past of Rosalie Hale.
"Saved you from what Rose?"
A pause.
"Rosalie?"
"Nothing" shaking her head Rosalie appears to snap out of the trance she entered and immediately stands up moving to exit her room.
"No, wait Rose!" Bella calls quickly grabbing the blondes arm. "It's okay" she soothes wrapping her arms around the blondes waist from behind pulling their bodies together. "It's okay"
"I'm sorry."
"No don't be sorry, I told you that I would be here when you wanted to talk." The girls stay like that, Bella holding Rosalie's stiff body until she feels the tension fade away. Once her girlfriend calms down Bella slowly steps away, moving to stand in front of her.
"Are you okay?" Rosalie nods, she is done speaking for today.
"Come on." Gently grabbing ahold of Rosalie's hand, Bella leads her back over to the bed. Glancing around she quickly locates the notebook on the nightstand and opens up a blank page for Rosalie to write on. "You can tell me another day Rose."
No
"No?" Bella's eyebrows furrow at the word on the page. "Why not?"
I can show you
Without Bella getting a chance to question her words Rosalie reaches behind her to pull out a small black hardcover book from under her mountain of pillows.
"What is this?"
Rosalie meets Bella gaze with a look of frustration as well as a deep sorrow; she wants Bella to know everything. Bella stares at the book before hesitantly reaching her hand out to grasp the object.
I wrote it for you
As Bella attempt to open the front of the book Rosalie places a hand on top of her own stopping the action. Shaking her head she writes the word 'Wait' on her notebook connecting her eyes to Bella's once more.
A knock on the door interrupts the girl's intense moment and the both turn their gazes to the door being tentatively opened by Alice who appears in the doorway with an apologetic expression on her face.
"I'm sorry but it's seven and Ms. Hale will be here any minute. She likes you and all Bella but I don't think you should be up here right now."
Nodding her understanding, Bella watches as Alice walks away before she turns her focus back to her girlfriend. Releasing a low sigh she stands with the book in her hand and Rosalie follows suit.
"I'll see you later."
Rosalie leans forward placing her hands on Bella's face and tugs the shorter girl into a desperate but passionate kiss. The kiss only last but a minute then Bella is silently exiting the house.
A/N 3: Kinda short but eh I couldn't combine the next part with this and if there are mistakes please let me know. Anyway….
What is your favorite sports team?